Everytime I enter Malaysia I immediately feel the people are so much nicer, starting with the customs officer who has a genuine friendly smile. I feel very close emotionally to Malaysia as some of the best holidays I’ve had were with my dad in Malaysia. He drove us all the way from Singapore to Penang as we stopped along the way in cheap motels that cost 6 Rinngit a night. It was so much fun. I wish I could feel that safe in Malaysia again, but these days there are so many negative reports in our press about the crime there.
Can anyone confirm with me what their experiences in Malaysia is like. It would be even better if you’re a Malaysian living in JB. I’d love to hear from you. Is it really unsafe or is it just exaggerated isolated incidents that happen late at night?
If you don’t have Malaysian currency (Ringgit), there are money changers along the way as well. The current rate is 242 Rinngit for 100 Singapore dollars. But don’t take that rate if you’re changing at least S$100. You can bargain and B did and got a rate of 244.80 Rinngit.
For me the best part about JB is the places outside the mall like the old style coffee shops. We were fully and more like overstuffed on just S$10 for 2 people.
B ordered too much for me. This huge bowl of wan tan mee was just 5 Ringgit. I could have gone with the 3 Ringgit bowl. The noodles in Malaysia tend to be very skinny and the sauce is a bit dryer. Very unique Malaysian style. They were out of wan tan today so we just had dumplings.
Huge bowl of delicious soup. I am quite sure its filled with MSG though because it was so good.
It just felt so nice and laid back here and with no one in business suits or in a rush.
Being greedy, we went to the next door coffee shop to have pao (steamed bun). The chicken pao was yummier than the red bean pao. The coffee was a bit too acidic and bitter for me. The tea was good, so I’ll go with that next time. B had a Lor Mai Kai (steamed glutinous rice with chicken) as well that he really liked. It’s rare to see wooden chopsticks rather than plastic ones. Another nice, old fashioned touch.
I like looking at the little details. Like the transparent sticker indicating I was drinking from a heat resistant glass from Indonesia.
Another lovely thing about Malaysia are the street vendors selling fruit or food. Saw a lady selling durians out of the boot of her car, very near the coffeeshop where we had lunch.